Rudderless World
To my left side lies a hip flask, half full of a hellish osculation, to my right, a lighter; inside lies a fear, an anger, a great passion, one I never knew I could possibly possess
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When We Dance
When we dance it will last all night. They will retune the violins, retighten the drums, the trumpets of love will be repolished, all bridges, behind, will be demolished, when we dance.
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the pusillanimous parent
“Well, if you told me you were drowning/I would not lend a hand/I've seen your face before my friend/But I don't know if you know who I am” -Phil Collins
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deface away
have you heard the story of the man who has roamed for 5 years living off the likes of the self-righteous mor(ons)mons in salt lake city, utah?
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when things bad happen good to sentences
postulated by the way out & through the hand clapping at once on its own but the forest in the tree when it fell & the child one left shouting parent at when it
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Hafren* Forest and the Source of the Severn
Babbling brook and tumbling river, damp decaying needles cover soggy, spongey forest floor, mossy clumps, tree trunks, tree stumps, sodden banks of greenery, quiet, placid scenery:
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Flew, a Sea Gull
By now other members of the clan have assembled and he wishes he could show them his prowess
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Sherif - January 29, 2011
This is my turf, my school bus routes, my cruising with friends, smoking hash and eating greasy shawerma. My family lunches at the Car Club, my tailor fitting me for my first suit. This is my home.
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Growing Pains
Little Penny Pimlico, Wasn’t all that tall, She checked her height most every night, And drew upon the wall. Now every week that line would creep, A tiny fraction more,
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A Friend Indeed
The lady gets her cup of tea and rushes to the window
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